Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
cv313,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.